That warm August morning when the sun kissed
its way through lace curtains, in the old hotel, on
a Cuban street, I recalled how you did lay
down your long hair straight and smooth...how
your eyes opened at the sight of a new day
and your legs parted to greet me with kisses
Sweeter than Mangoes. We embraced life
together
and your Passion chloroformed my mind,
so I lost my will and was guided by the soft
whispers of your softer lips...to be consumed
by the wicked desires of a woman in love,
with her one and only.......